Running Barefoot

by Amy Harmon

Human beings are not designed to be alone. Our creator gave us smooth, sensitive skin that craves the warmth of other skin. Our arms seek to hold. Our hands yearn to touch.

I was angry. Ridiculously and desperately angry. Why did he have to come back? I didn’t want to deal with old feelings that brought fresh pain. I was through loving people who would only leave.

I didn’t want to be the yardstick of righteousness; I was too lacking.

‘Dad, do you think this puzzle could ever put itself together if I shook it just right?’ and I said, ‘No honey, I don’t think there’s any chance of that.’ Do you remember what you said then?” I shook my head in soggy bewilderment. “You said, ‘Well, then I guess there’s no way the world just happened by itself. Someone had to put it together.’

I know you’ve thought God turned his back on you. But He’s looked out for you, Josie. He’s prepared someone for you who can love every part of you.